There it was, plain for all to see, such

Blood everywhere ... over a huge stretch 

Of the road, which lay in front of us 

And there were skidmarks, which must

Have been left by a driver who tore

Around the corner, with eyes so sore



For he could not have connected with

The poor blighter, if he had not bid

Goodbye ... before he then made for it

And thus became entangled, in a flit

Of bones crunching, and pieces flying

As what was to be, became past & dying



And tears came to my eyes as we passed

The huge carcass of life lost and masked

The pain I felt for all which had lost

On this journey - as they were tossed

From road and grass and woods and leaves

As now I looked down sad as it bleeds



And realize - there is nothing I can do

For the poor deer had now become askew

And a sad and nauseous feeling - rose

In my throat, and I tried to suppose

There was a reason - for this carnage

But all I could think was - it was age.



- Tristram